The vast mist across the holy lake is the territory on the other side belonging to the Creator God. The silver temple of Lesvidas stands in eternity, accepting the worship of Oshaar sentient beings for thousands of years.
The newly appointed high priest Lierst of the temple set foot on this holy land with pride and a little confusion, and met his heavy fate among the flying rose petals.
(I started writing this a long time ago, and the writing style at that time was still a little immature. But this is my most cherished novel, and I will continue to revise and improve it. Each story can be read separately.)